The House

[Intro]
Um, I don't play that shit
And then they show you their teeth, right
[?] smiling motherfucker
I'm 'bout to get in your ass

[Verse 1: Mr. Bones]
(Get ready for the) [informatical?] lyrical miracle style
I be the red-faced wonder about to go wild
With representin' my clique, my crew that I call my home
Untouchable brothers with attitudes, so leave us alone
As we roam through your district and town
House of Krazees straight puttin' it down
For all of y'all motherfuckers from here to outer space
Remember, a rhyme is a terrible thing to wastе
And based on the topic, we had to drop it
To put somе new shit on the shelf and get a little loot in our pocket
And rock it, don't stop it, because you'll let the rhythm keep it on
Kickin' the crazy lyrics 'til the [biggy?] break of dawn
Exterminatin' rappers like the [organ?] man
'Cause y'all don't really know, and I bet you'd never understand
What we went through to get what we got
A lot of blood, sweat, and tears and loot went into the melting pot
But now we got a little somethin', but it's not enough
And we won't stop bringin' the lyrics 'til the whole world know what's up
The dirty trio drop bombs, don't ask why
Representin' the House 'til the day we fuckin' die, right

[Chorus]
Who got the lyrics that's on? Who got the chrome?
The dirty trio, Hektic, R.O.C., and Mr. Bones
Who got the lyrics that's on? Who got the chrome?
The dirty trio, Hektic, R.O.C., and Mr. Bones
Who got the lyrics that's on? Who got the chrome?
The dirty trio, Hektic, R.O.C., and Mr. Bones
Who got the lyrics that's on? Who got the chrome?
The dirty trio, Hektic, R.O.C., and Mr. Bones

[Verse 1: Hektic]
Let me flex it, no questions as you know who the best is
[Testes to grab for days?], watch me [on amaze?]
It ain't no thang 'cause you know how the fuck we do it
Leavin' you stranded with one chance, too late, you blew it
I gots to flow with a fistful onslaught, droppin' you down
Not good for nothin' but rockin' the crowd, now how that sound
It's all bad, but me, my fellas roam my home sweet home
Now who you gon' call the police on?
It's like a three-man punch, you can smoke all the weed
Drink 'til you drunk, but don't fuck with the dirty bunch
I'll eat your ass lunch without a second thought
Or have you on my dick, you and all the hoes you brought
So stay the fuck out of my mix, many turns and flips
Relax and chill packin' sawed-offs with pistol grips
Everybody know who I is, stay outta my biz
Trustin' no one, leavin' no ties to my ex-friends
So many people actin' scurvy and all that
Off of instinct I react, what's up with that?
A chokehold is applied when the lyrics ride
Step up inside and you leavin' with a black eye

[Chorus]
Who got the lyrics that's on? Who got the chrome?
The dirty trio, Hektic, R.O.C., and Mr. Bones
Who got the lyrics that's on? Who got the chrome?
The dirty trio, Hektic, R.O.C., and Mr. Bones
Who got the lyrics that's on? Who got the chrome?
The dirty trio, Hektic, R.O.C., and Mr. Bones
Who got the lyrics that's on? Who got the chrome?
The dirty trio, Hektic, R.O.C., and Mr. Bones

[Verse 3: The R.O.C.]
(Sucker) I blacked out one time, back in '93
Some motherfuckers tried to do me
But I came back with the outbreed to fuck the world up
[Don't ask if it's tough as leather?], what's up
A pow, a bang, I got 'em, I shot 'em
I globetrot 'em and dunk emcees like mic I drop 'em
Emcees get destroyed as [?]
To fuck up the whole scene, kit and caboodle
[?] I cruise down, niggas starin'
But they can't see the R.O.C. as I [flees and seize?]
Attention, what's your extension? I wanna get to know ya
My duty as the male race is to ho ya
'Cause hoes should be ho'd, ladies should be kept
Niggas should get death for even tryin' to step, I bet
Because The R.O.C. creeps like a snake
And then I rattles and rolls and shakes up the industry
Your deeds and missions couldn't even compare
My black hair hittin' in the midnight, I takes flight
With the House, I drop the crazy, so act like you know
The mental skill might go hazy if you try to loc

[Chorus]
Who got the lyrics that's on? Who got the chrome?
The dirty trio, Hektic, R.O.C., and Mr. Bones
Who got the lyrics that's on? Who got the chrome?
The dirty trio, Hektic, R.O.C., and Mr. Bones
Who got the lyrics that's on? Who got the chrome?
The dirty trio, Hektic, R.O.C., and Mr. Bones
Who got the lyrics that's on? Who got the chrome?
The dirty trio, Hektic, R.O.C., and Mr. Bones

[Outro]
[?] nam wA
[?] nam wA
[?] nam wA
[?] nam wA
Go away, bad wolf, unless you would drown
You can blow and blow but not this house down
No matter how good you luck has been
You'll get no hair from my chinny chin chin